Tuesday, I did my radio show, which was devoted to The New Friends of Rhythm. I should mention here that the show is still at www.wcbn.org but is now one hour in length and runs from 8-9pm. This will doubtless better serve my friends on the West coast, who will pick it up at 5pm, but it will it not be so friendly a time for European listeners. who will have to be up at 2am to hear the program.
Wednesday I presented 45 minutes worth of "Olympia" by Leni Riefenstahl and it was received very warmly - this was at work.
Saturday was a terrible day - we were all in bad moods. We went shopping and it was miserable. Halloween is not my daughter's favorite time of year - she doesn't like all the scary decorations and things. Going down the Halloween aisle in the store can start her to scream, cry, fight - pure hysteria. I try to explain that these are all products and are nothing to be afraid of, but Remy tells me that she will never go to school again, never celebrate Christmas again, never LIVE again because of Halloween. Instead she is going to tear her lungs out of her throat because everything is so scary. She thinks the whole idea of Halloween is crazy, that everyone else has gone mad and she alone is sane ... blah, blah, blah... what it all means though is that she will run away from us in the store, so she has to be lifted kicking and screaming into the cart so that we can continue to - ugh - shop. Hell, I never wanna be there anyway, so this just makes it worse.
Sunday was the opposite of Saturday - we went to Spring Valley Trout Farm in Dexter (MI) where they stock up a pond full of trout and two others with catfish. Remy has never been fishing. Some years ago her grandparents bought her a Minnie Mouse fishing pole with a Mickey bobbin. We took this toy out to the lake, and the piece of crap just wont cast. Finally the little Mickey Mouse bobbin gets shattered to pieces on the rocks around the lake, and Remy starts to get real upset as she broke it the first time out using it.
I just got one of the ordinary bamboo poles that Spring Valley supplies, baited it up for Remy and sure as shootin' witihin minutes the little booger was pulling up a whole mess of trout up out of the lake. My wife caught several too. I was kind of too busy to fish, mostly spending my time baiting up and capturing fish after they got caught, but finally I set a hook down in the catfish pond, waited it out and caught one. At two and a half pounds it's the largest catfish I've ever caught - I know they come bigger than that, but it still felt like a milestone to me. Final score: we brought home 8 trout and 12 catfish.
So we're all in fairly happy moods and cannot complain. Now I've gotta finish the radio show. Bye!
Uncle Dave Lewis